English Translation of YO QUIERO (REMIX) - Hades66

(Feat. Arcángel, Myke Towers, Luar La L)

What?

Heh

What happened, asshole?

Listen, let's spell it out for these motherfuckers

Tell me, Hades

Tell me, Myke

We are Los Sobr3naturales, asshole

It goes like this, goes like this

Listen

What?

I want more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

She wants more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

Asshole, the more I have, the more I want

Haaland-style, I made a fool of the keeper

If there's money, then I don't make excuses

I want more bitches, more whores, more leather

I want more chops, more clips, more bullets (Prr)

And nailing models at the Met Gala

The harder I give it to her, the meaner face she makes

Now I've got way too much, before I had nothing

I want more investments, more apartments, more houses

The purer it is, the more the addicts score

Fans with my picture even on their phone cases

These fools are even recording with their shades on now

The riskier it is, the more I take the chance

The higher I climb, the less they can reach me

If they talk about murder, I send a, shh, and they hunt 'em down

She's high as a kite and she's asking for more ZaZa

I want more dollars and more euros, they owe favors and I don't go into debt

Do I need them? I say: "Hell, no"

We are sailors and we sail the sea

So we'll be seeing each other soon

You're horny, horny, horny

Nymphomaniac, maniac, maniac

A mini Draco, I've also got an AK

Roll up a Phillie, toss the blunt

Since I was a kid I always wanted to live in abundance

And if I lost count, it was of the profits

In case they ask for a refill

There's a pharmacy in the backpack

I consume chemical substances

That's just part of the ignorance

(Wow)

I want more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

I want more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

It's blazing hot in here, melting the cold igloos

The rifles are sold out like my shows at House of Blues

My bro's got a twenty-three, matching the Jordan Gamma Blues

And the chopper looks like a bat the kind Babe Ruth used

So you keep on watching monsters—, wha—, heh

Tell your saint that the taboo didn't help him

If you're so tough let's see each other car to car

If we hit the highway, we'll light 'em up in a flash

I step out of this ride and if you don't die

You drop dead leaving the hospital when they discharge you

Homicide news every single day, never missing

We make everyone who steps out of line show some respect

I hit all the bitches and I've got others on the way

And those others recruit their girlfriends

With a bottle of yellow bazooka

If you know, you know, if you don't, well, go learn

The chain is Cuban, looking real motherfucking good

I put on a solid red bandana 2Pac style

You won't find anyone who can rhyme over this beat under a microscope

Asshole, I'm the most motherfucking ruthless

I want more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, and scales

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks—, heh

I want more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

Hey, this is Austin, baby

Whoever wants war, fuck you, pay me

I move around these assholes underwater, underwater, Dei V

Hey, sucker, don't piss me off

If you pull it out, you better shoot it

I want one of these assholes to step up to me

Just to pull out on them and light 'em up like a bonfire

Who's gonna sit on the throne when I stand up?

I want more stacks of hundreds and fifties, at least one more comma in the account

I feel like sometimes the evil tempts me

You're gonna fall if you try anything, I've got a 30-round clip

The mint green 43X

I want more crosses on my outfit

And another jet, why?

Because the one I have, when I'm not using it, gets rented out—, yeah

I want more pieces, more choppers, more clips, more tools

Another Cybertruck just for the hell of it, and another mansion with four maids

Take it easy, bro

You talk big today and tomorrow you're nowhere to be found

If I catch you slipping, oh my god, you're gonna die without even realizing it

Ram—, pam—, pam, yeah

We'll blow out your car windows

This chopper is coughing up a cold

I feel like Captain Jack Sparrow

If I pull it, ram—, pam—, pam

I switch the clip and, ram—, pam—, pam

We'll leave you burning brighter than a cigarette

If I were your boss, I'd tie my shoelaces real tight

I want more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

She wants more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

In Barça terms with the bitches I'm like Lamine Yamal

I'm gonna rock your world

Like Bad Gyal

A beast with the bitches, the pretty ones and the hood chicks

A video with me and you go viral

She's cumming

I love it

Her pussy gets soaked with my dick down her throat

You're a whore, mami, you're no saint

You're a whore, mami, you're no saint

We've got clips, bitches, and pistols

Cocaine, downers, tussi, Percs, and pills

I fuck this whore and I don't pay by the hour—, haha

Let her suck my balls

I take off your panties

I shove my dick in

Don't talk big to me

Or I'll kill your man

That ass is new

That ass is brand new

Get on all fours and I'll break it in

You're just horny, horny, horny

And I'm horny, horny, horny

Just for the cash you spread your legs wide

You want me to put the clip inside the AK

You're just horny, horny, horny

And I'm horny, horny, horny

Just for the cash you spread your legs wide

You want me to put the clip inside the AK

Mami, you look great, you're a baddie

Mami, you look great, you're a baddie

You're gonna remember this dick for the rest of your life

You're gonna remember this dick for the rest of your life

I rolled up with Yama

Bring your friend along

I rolled up with Yama

Bring your friend along

Mami, you look great, you're a baddie

You're gonna remember this dick for the rest of your life

I want more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

She wants more bitches, more drugs, more fame

More Percs, more ZaZa, more picky, more schemes

More kilos, more routes, more ways, Met Gala

More sluts, more bitches, the more she asks, the more she sucks

El L3tra

La L3tra

Young Kingz, baby

We are Los Sobr3naturales, asshole

More bitches, more drugs, more fame

More bitches, more drugs, more fame

(Yo, tell me, asshole)

Tell me, Castle

(Motherfucker)

Tell me, Yama (Ah)

Talk to 'em, La M

Tell me, O8cho "The Infinite Producer"

Custom

We're out here customizing a couple of chicks today

Listen—, I pulled up with Hades and with Myke

You guys know I'm like Jordan

We don't miss in the clutch

I sure wake up pissed off, assholes